... thigh length dark hose... see-through peach-colored nightie. Black satin garterbelt... black patent pumps with six inch heels, painfully small... a strong black waist cinch laced breathtakingly snug about my middle... Evelyn pulls this as tight as she can, then ties my elbows to it with ribbons. Now they start in on me with makeup: Eye shadow and long, dark lashes... Eyebrows plucked into a high quizzical arch... rouged cheeks... bright red lipstick in a cute pout... shimmering curls in my hair... and earrings. Now they dress themselves in revealing swimsuits, with high- cut bottoms and low-cut tops that spill out their abundant charms. Sonia is just fastening her tiny bra for maximum effect, when Evelyn removes my tongue clamp -- at last! -- and leads me up to her. "Look at you!" Sonia sneers, "aren't you just sooo sweeet!" "Well?" Evelyn prompts. "Are you ready to give us what we want? Or do we call in every guy and gal in your office to see you like this?" "Yeah!" Sonia adds, "I hear there's going to be a big Stockholder's Meeting in a few days. Would you like us to parade you around in front of them this way?" The Stockholder's Meeting! I think, Maybe there's a chance for ma after all! If I can just give these fiends what they asked for and find out who the mysterious `Gwendolyn' is behind all this, then maybe, just maybe, I can get back to my normal appearance and show everyone at the meeting the lengths this person (whoever it is) has gone to, to get control of the company. |